[Poggio]

Most of what Zosa said had gone in one ear and disappeared inside of his brain. He pushed aside any bedding that cover him and went to follow behind the ghost of Zosa's past. The elderly lady moved faster then the professors groggy limbs, her grandson was already pulling out of the drive way by the time he reached the kitchen. In her wake he saw the giant pot of food on the stove and decided he would meet her at least once.